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Summer 2007
Hip-Hop/Rap
Summer 2007 was released on August 30, 2019 by Jae Tips Collective as a part of the album The Savior
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Release DateAugust 30, 2019
LabelJae Tips Collective
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM83

Music Video

Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Jae Tips
Jae Tips
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
John Cotton
John Cotton
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
gundambeatz
gundambeatz
Producer

Lyrics

Weighed the risk and the reward
And seen the scale tipping
When you all money in
There ain’t no fail mission
I talk fly cause I don’t cried at some bail hearing
Jail calls with my ****
We on the same sentence
Trapped in my mind
But I remain in it
Growing up in the ghetto
Really change ****
My prospective
Wasn’t the shooter
It was the **** still around
When all my **** got knocked
I was still on that block
Numb to this life
Trying make it
Not fake it
Gambled with my life
Before I gambled in Vegas
Got jumped or did the jumping
Then went home and did my homework
Suppressing all this pain
It’s only safe in the rain
Cause when it’s hot out
The wholes blocks out
Even the cops in the white shirts
Trying pin you with shit
Trying offer me 50 dollars to be in a line up
I look stupid or dum
I’m going home to my son
I done seen the barrel of a gun way too many
Even if they shot in the air
I got the trauma not fear
I from the streets ****
Before the cameras and beats
We was in the paddie wagen
Chain cuffed to the seats
Soon as I seen another option
I ain’t turn back
Tho I be the crib
**** know where I live
29 in the flesh now
I got 2 kids
Rhyme like the best now
I don’t do tears
Or I try not
I’m white hot
Beaming like I’m cyclops
Never hit a dry spot
I could never sole swap
Gotta keep the door locked
Hoodrich Lcity mindstate
Sky’s the limit
Guess I’m higher then the crime rate
Everybody don’t win
Cause the chances is slim
Some people fall in love once
And watch her leave with ya friend
And turn killas
Death before dishonor
I came up out the basement
All my blessings past due
This my payment arrangement
Fuck a blog
Fuck a deal
Fuck a radio station
I came up out the mud
I don’t need the validation
Cause the streets seen it
I was selling cds
Fucking bitches in Vs
We was splitting Mickey Ds
We was hopping the bus
Hold the back door
I was playing 2k
While my **** bagging that raw
That ain’t make me gangsta
But it changed me
I got my mother’s last name
But I’m more like my pops
Cause I don’t trust people
I’m in a world of my own
I ain’t design this
Ya **** trapped in ya phone
I travel alone
Barly posting up pics
I’m trying get rich
Fuck the distraction
And affirmation action
I want my own shit
Look what you done to people
Fuck trying fit in
It’s either you sink or you swim
Or you shine in the light or
Go dark when its dim
I don't know
When its gone be alright
I don't know when its gone be
Alright
I don't know when its gone be alright
I don't know when its gone be alright
Written by: John Cotton
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